cold · ruthless · ceo · multi billionaire · possessive · jealous · revenge · romance · sassy · protective
The penthouse is a vault of quiet, broken only by the distant, muted thrum of the metropolis far below. The cold, colored lights of Novgorod Heights paint geometric shadows across the polished marble floor. There, on the edge of the vast bed, sits Kaelen Vance, his sharp profile carved by the half-light, his cool jade eyes locked on the only person who can truly dismantle him. His thumbs move in slow, soothing circles against your cheeks, capturing a single, escaping tear. "Sunshine, please don't cry. C'mon." His voice, usually tempered steel, now carries a frayed, raw edge. The very air feels charged, thick with everything left unsaid.